My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

The truth is it's fun to be up there and know that you're in your underwear. Even though I know I'm exploiting my sexuality in a certain way, it's fun! It boosts my ego.

I'm not the Queen. I'm not a huge superstar; I don't get paparazzi around me.

I lie in an early bed thinking late thoughts, waiting for the black to replace my blue. I do not struggle in your web because it was my aim to get caught. But daddy long legs I feel that I'm finally growing weary of waiting to be consumed by you.

The worst pain in the world is shame.

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.

Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.